Tommy had phoned Alfie back not long after Ada had told her older brothers, that she had seen their lost sister in London, with a rather Jewish looking man, two days before. A nervous sounding Ollie answering the call instead; only able to say that Alfie had gone out on business. Yet Tommy was not about to be deterred; Arthur and John doing their best to hear the conversation, as he had made another call. Tommy's hand gripping at the arm of his chair, as one of the policemen that was on their payroll in London, informed Tommy that now he came to mention it, he had heard rumours that Alfie had a rather beautiful young women working for him. Though given that he had also heard that the workers in the bakery all referred to her as 'Misses Solomons', he doubted that she was just working for him. The head of the family business slamming down the phone, as Arthur got to his feet and threatened to pull off all Alfie's limbs before disembowelling him. Tommy, Arthur and John only telling Polly that they were going to London for a meeting, before they had set off to catch the first train to the capital from Small Heath, the next morning. And even though Tommy knew that there was still a chance that Ada had been wrong, and it had not been (Y/n) she saw. Even though he knew this beautiful young woman that worked for the Londoner and was called 'Misses Solomons' by the workers, could be any young woman; something deep in the pit of his guts told him that that was not the case. Told him that Alfie had been fucking lying to him all this time, and he had somehow found their sister, and............no, Tommy was not going to think about that. Though Arthur had made it quite clear that if Alfie had laid one finger on (Y/n), there might just be another war. The oldest Shelby seething quietly all the way to London. Tommy knowing that it would take a lot more than him and John to stop Arthur if the anger behind his eyes, was unleashed. The former sapper taking a deep breath, as the train pulled into the station; brushing down his coat and placing his cap on his head, as he got to his feet. The three Shelby brothers stepping out of the train door and onto the platform as soon as the locomotive came to a stop.

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"Alfie.....stop........" (Y/n) laughed, as he came up behind her, and began to kiss her neck, as his hands slowly moved up her thighs, taking her skirt with them.

"Ya weren't saying that last night, luv........" Alfie replied, before going back to kissing her neck. (Y/n) moaning softly, as she felt his cock brush up against her backside; her fingers gripping at the open draw, as the big man's hands crept from the outside of her thighs to the inside.

"That.......oh god, Alfie........that is very true; but......but last night........dear lord that's nice.........we were alone and Ollie wasn't going to walk in on us......again........." The young Shelby managed to reply, as her legs instinctively moved apart. Alfie chuckling, as he pushed his fingers inside her underwear.

"Gave him an education, didn't we. Poor fucker didn't know where ta look. Thought his eyes were gonna pop outta his head. But I know ya liked it......don't mind gettin caught do ya, cos ya a bad girl, ain't ya........." Alfie replied, the last part growled into her ear, while he pushed his fingers inside of her. His cock screaming for attention, as she moved against him; gasping as his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves and he began to circle it. Her knuckles turning pale, as her grip on the draw tightened all the more, when his free hand moved under her blouse, to find her breast. The feel of his rough fingertips gently teasing her soft skin, already making her want to shout out in pleasure; already making her want to scream out his name and beg him not to stop.

(Y/n) had decided not long after meeting the handsome Londoner, that she couldn't have been happier that circumstances had led her to him. Alfie was a breath of fresh air, compared to all the rigid schooling that had done its best to stifle her inner free spirit; that had kept her caged in a prison of standards that she was told were expected in polite society from any descent young woman. Told that if she wanted to find herself a good husband, she must be polite, quiet and well behaved; only speak when spoken to and never questioning her spouse. The young Shelby always hating it. Hating that she was not supposed to know and speak her own mind. But Alfie was not one for those standards; not one for polite society. He had allowed her, encouraged her to be herself, and she believed that she had flourished since she had been working for him. And then, when he had kissed her, and they had made love the night of his birthday; she had realised how much she really cared for him.......how much she loved him. He bringing out the woman that she had always been meant to be, the woman that she wanted to be. (Y/n) more than happy with her new life; more than happy to be with Alfie. More than happy to never see her family again.

"Alfie........." Alfie humming in reply, as he pulled the material from her shoulder and kissed along her skin.

"Dear god, Alfie, take me............" Her head dropping back onto his shoulder as his fingers found just the right spot inside her. Alfie promising to do just that, as he moved his hand from her breast to the buttons of his trousers.

"Alfie!.........." The door of the office suddenly flying open.

"I couldn't..........I couldn't stop em........." Ollie blurted out. Alfie and (Y/n)'s eyes growing wide as there in the doorway stood three familiar men. One of them reaching inside his coat, as he saw the position that the baker and the young woman were in.

"I'm gonna kill tha fucker.............."